In this piece I wanted to portray 'Youth' in a very reflective way. We all reminisce upon it from time to time..Rimbaud says it best for this piece "of nocturnal melodies..."

This piece is for the times we hear those melodies.

SonnetMan of ordinary constitution, was not the flesh a fruit hanging in the orchard; O child days; the body, a treasure to squander; O to love, the peril or the power of Psyche? The earth had slopes fertile in princes and in artists, and lineage and race incited you to crimes and mournings:the world, your fortune and your peril. But now, that labor crowned, you and your calculations,-- you and your impatiences-- are only your dance and your voice, not fixed and not forced, although a reason for the double consequence of invention and of success, -- in fraternal and discreet humanity through an imageless universe;-- might and right reflect your dance and your voice, appreciated only at present.

III._Twenty Years Old_ Instructive voices exiled... Physical candor bitterly quelled... --Adagio.-- Ah! the infinite egotism of adolescence, the studious optimism: how the world was full of flowers that summer! Airs and forms dying... --A choir to calm impotence and absence! A choir of glasses, of nocturnal melodies... Quickly, indeed, the nerves take up the chase.

IV. You are still at Anthony's temptation. The antics of abated zeal, the grimaces of childish pride, the collapse and the terror.But you will set yourself at this labor: all harmonic and architectural possibilitieswill surge around your seat.

Perfect beings, never dreamed of, will present themselves for your experiments. The curiosity of ancient crowds and idle wealth will meditatively draw near. Your memory and your senses will be simply the nourishment of your creative impulse. As for the world, when you emerge, what will it have become? In any case, nothing of what it seems at present.